blueteamnovel Chapter 372: An Ending
Chapter 372: An Ending
Chapter 372: An Ending
With over 1800 unconscious people here and Big Sis Crane on the approach, this conclusively means that the battle is considered over.
Meaning that the contract is up and I can finally relax.
At this, I finally end the active circulation of the qi in my body, allowing my size to decrease steadily from the potion and talisman enhanced size that I had this whole time. While being a massive behemoth was useful for amplifying my strength on the battlefield, it’s super inconvenient normally.
On top of that, I feel the laser focus, cold calculation dip away. With the world speeding back up to match my normalizing reaction speeds.
But another set of things being to arise in their place, as my eyes drift across the battlefield and the effects of the potions wear off.
Horror.
Revulsion.
Guilt.
My stomach roils at all the gore around me.
And not just around me.
With a look down at my hands, body, and the spirit beasts on me... we are all covered in blood. I can even sense the turtle is still gnawing on a chunk of someone’s ear. Like some plaything.
With Big Sis Crane's fast approach, I soon calm myself. And work through my feelings and the situation.
...
I see.
With the various concoctions I took, a berserker state would normally be brought on, eventually leading to death. My healing aura and techniques removed all the downsides of it, while retaining the positives.
One of those ‘positives’, was the suppression of these very emotions I’m feeling now.
Which would have happened in the middle of battle.
... It makes sense that these feelings would be a negative thing for the situation. Especially in the middle of a large-scale battle like this and against core formation cultivators. Even if most of them were below average.
...
It still feels wrong.
I literally popped open the heads of multiple people. And I felt almost nothing from doing so. At the time, it was just the death of another enemy.
Many of them begged for their lives. But I killed them anyway.
Ignoring their words.
While some in this world may say that since many of them were looking to capture and torture me, that they deserve that and worse...
The only saving grace is that it didn’t change my personal morals. Just my reaction to killing in the moment. The scans that I did before each attack had already confirmed who, based on my earlier decisions on killing, should be killed vs injured/knocked unconscious.
Anyone that I had killed, I firmly believed deserved to die and would have been able to get over their death. Eventually, at least.
My eyes locked onto the man that screamed, right as he disintegrated before my eyes.
His last moments were of pain. Suffering.
Regret.
My vision shakes. Sounds muffled. And those feelings return.
Horror.
Revulsion.
And now emptiness.
...
“Sorry about that, my dear James. Just had to clean up the trash. They’ve been a plague on this city for decades now. You’ve given me the perfect excuse to get rid of them in one go.”
She resumes talking, as if nothing happened. That thousands did not just die at her actions.
Thousands that could have learned to live better lives. A new path forward.
A new feeling grows.
Anger.
Towards her.
At that same moment, I feel a mark from my activated danger scan. Another freeze in time.
But while the last one didn’t touch me, this one is. Fear runs through every part of my body. Locking me in place, daring me to speak.
Her eyes are locked on mine with a hidden threat, as her lips continue speaking with different words...
Speak?..
Then die.
...
...
She knew. The whole time, she knew. Who I am. What I would do. How I would feel about this.
The surety of my thoughts resounds in me, backed by my scan and everything I know.
And despite my growing fear and the pressure, there’s only one thought that resonates right now.
Fury. And I do the one thing that my conversation scan tells me not to do...
I open my mouth.